Nicole looked down at the falchion beside her leg and shrugged. “I love my job.”
“I know you do,” Kingston said, his voice choking. “I know this company and making people happy with better clubs is important to you.”
“Sure beats making weapons to blow up the world.”
“I’m trying to save Sidewinder, too,” he said.
“I know, Kingston. I know you’re trying everything to save it.”
“Because it’s important to you,”
“And because it’s a company and there are people here who depend on it, your real business, Last Chance, has been pouring money into it and needs to make a profit.”
He looked up at her, a grim set to his mouth. “I miss you.”
The shift of the conversation from Sidewinder to them was an earthquake under her legs, and she grabbed the desk just in case it wasn’t a metaphor because that was California, but the trembling was in her heart.
“I am sorry I didn’t come clean about who I was earlier,” he said. “Because even though it gave me the information I needed about the company, I lost you over it. I would do anything to change the fact that I lost you.”
Words jumped out of her mouth before she could edit them. “I miss you, too. So much. I don’t want you to lose me.”
He was across the room before she’d finished saying that, and his lips swallowed her last word. His kiss was starving, almost violent, shoving her back across the desk until he grabbed her around her waist and dragged her against his chest.
The door was closed but not locked and they shouldn’t do anything while the office was full of people coming and going and any one of them might open her door and walk in to ask her a question and just start talking?—
The frustration lingering in her body from a week before roared back, and she opened her mouth and tangled her tongue with his.
His hand was already under her skirt again, dragging her panties down her legs and dropping them to the floor before pressing a finger roughly inside her, pumping into her as he massaged her clit, and then she was squirming against his hand, trying to get more.
He growled against her throat, “You’re already wet for me. You were thinking about me fucking you on this desk the minute I walked in.”
Nicole was gasping as she rode his hand, her body already clenching because, no, she’d been thinking about him the whole time she’d been sharpening that sword, methodically and mindlessly running the whetstone up the hard length of it and hoping he’d walk into her office and leave with her panties as a pocket square.
Her mind was off-line. Her thoughts about everything were gone, and yet she needed to say, “Just so you know, I’m still on the Pill.”
“I don’t care. I’d have you anyway,” he growled, his head near her ear.
“No, you wouldn’t. You have too much self-control.”
Kingston stared right into her eyes as rivulets of pleasure ran through her, his fingers stroking her inside, and the ends of his blue eyes narrowed in what might have been anger. “I would take you every time I could, and if you got pregnant, I would buy a big house in Connecticut and fuck you until you’d had ten babies to fill it up.”
“Ten?” she laughed as she gasped, thinking he was joking. God, she wanted him toneverstop.
The grit in his voice sounded like he was on the edge of rage. “Twelve.”
“That’s excessive.”
“I’m excessive,” he told her, the edge of his voice finally breaking as his words ground out between his teeth with her body impaled on his fingers. “I am absolutely the kind of man to take a pretty girl and hide her away from the world if she’ll let me. I would protect her and our children fromeverything.I would never letanythinghappen to them.”
“You’re joking.”
“Try me.”
Kingston unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, shoved her back to lay on the desk with her knees folded up to her shoulders, and then he rammed himself into her.
Nicole’s back arched off the desk at his possession of her body. She hated that she needed him so much, that her anger was secondary to her need for him to touch her.
Kingston reached past her head, grabbing the other side of the desk for leverage with both hands and railed her, his hips bucking as he stroked into her, his body grinding up against hers.
